Chapter 2867 Why Does My Wife Follow Me Every Day? 2627

Ten minutes later, Jin Chen was taken away from the chaotic D area by Yun Jian and brought to the more secluded A area of ​​the underground arena.

The guards here are much more skilled, and they all bow respectfully to Yun Jian, showing him reverence.

This is Yun Jian's territory.

Yun Jian put on the red mask that symbolized his identity again, and pinned an antique-style medal to his chest.

He held Jin Chen's hand tightly as they walked quickly, as if he were in a hurry to hide her away.

Several subordinates walked towards him, and upon seeing Yun Jian, they immediately stopped and bowed respectfully.

"Mr. Yun."

One of them stepped forward, seemingly wanting to report something, but before he could speak, Yun Jian stopped him with a look.

Now, anything or anyone that tries to get close to Jin Chen will trigger Yun Jian's reaction.

"Unlock Room Number One," Yun Jian ordered coldly.

The subordinate was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously glanced at Jin Chen, who was being held tightly by Yun Jian, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

But he didn't dare ask any more questions and immediately lowered his head, "Yes."

The subordinate quickly walked to the iron gate at the end of the corridor, entered the password, and verified his iris before the heavy iron gate slowly slid open.

It was dark inside the door.

Yun Jian led Jin Chen inside, and the iron gate slowly closed behind them.

Click.

Locked.

The lights in the room came on, which was very eerie.

The room was quite spacious, with a sofa for relaxation, a coffee table, a bookcase in the corner filled with books, and potted plants by the window.

Everything looked cozy, but... there were torture instruments hanging on the wall, and a few pieces of fur from some unknown animal.

It's both eerie and heartwarming.

"This is my place." Yun Jian took off his mask and casually tossed it onto the coffee table, revealing his still pale face.

Yun Jian pressed his fingertips on Jin Chen's shoulder, pulling him into the single sofa.

Jin Chen, unsuspecting, looked around the room and sat down.

No sooner had I settled down than something grabbed my wrist. Looking down, I saw it was a hidden mechanism on the sofa armrest.

Jinchen: "..."

It's really hard to guard against.

“Yun Jian”.

Yun Jian knelt on Jin Chen, enveloped in Jin Chen's aura, and lowered his head to kiss him.

Yun Jian's tongue was still bleeding, but he seemed oblivious to the pain, greedily and eagerly stealing Jin Chen's breath.

He wrapped his arms around Jin Chen's neck, pressed his whole body against hers, and rubbed against the hollow of her neck.

"Jin Chen... Jin Chen... Jin Chen..."

He murmured the name over and over again, his voice broken, as if he wanted to lock all his obsession, deep love, unease and fear into these two words, and then firmly bind this invisible shackle to Jin Chen.

Jin Chen was truly helpless. He tilted his head and said, "Yun Jian, unlock the handcuffs and let me explain."

"I won't listen!"

Yun Jian raised her head, her eyes red-rimmed, filled with chaotic obsession and uncontrollable unease. "You're just trying to comfort me!"

“They all say I’m crazy. I clearly… I clearly pretended to be very normal in front of you. I opened a flower shop, learned flower arranging, learned to make tea, and learned to speak and act like a normal person… all to stabilize myself.”

"But when I met you... I lost all my principles. I wanted to kill them all! Everyone who coveted you, everyone who wanted to take you away, everyone who wanted you to be afraid of me and leave me... I wanted to kill them all!"

Yun Jian's tone was broken, incoherent, and disjointed, sounding more like a venting than a plea.

But his kiss was too forceful, causing the wound on the tip of his tongue to split open even wider, and blood seeped out uncontrollably. It flowed down their intertwined lips, across his pale jaw, and dripped onto Jin Chen's collarbone, only to be kissed away by Yun Jian, who then licked the bloodstains clean with his tongue.

Yun Jian's mouth was bleeding profusely, and it seemed like it wouldn't stop.

“Yun Jian,” Jin Chen was still worried, and his voice turned cold, “I’ll give you one more chance. Unlock the handcuffs.”

Yun Jian was startled by his tone, and she pursed her lips in grievance, her nose turned red, and her eyes filled with tears, but she still hesitated.

The next instant, Jin Chen tightened his wrist.

With a soft snap, the seemingly sturdy metal handcuffs broke off completely.

Yun Jian was startled and stared in disbelief at Jin Chen's wrist, which had regained its freedom.

Jin Chen flexed his wrists, then raised his hand and firmly pressed down on the back of Yun Jian's neck, pulling him closer and forcing him to look into his eyes.

"You're disobeying me, aren't you?"

Yun Jian was pinned down by the back of his neck, unable to move, and could only tilt his head back, like a rabbit whose fate had been seized by the scruff of its neck.

He blinked, his voice lowered, and choked with emotion, "...No, I'll listen to you."

"Little madman." Jin Chen sighed softly, scolding him, but there was little blame in her tone.

Yun Jian didn't refute, but buried her face in Jin Chen's arms, murmuring to herself.

“You’ll run away… I’m going to lock you up… You can only be mine… Why care about what others think? Just look at me… I love you the most, isn’t that enough…”

Jin Chen could tell that Yun Jian's condition was indeed very strange.

This is no longer a normal loss of emotional control; it's more like a physiological stress response.

He knew the orc setting of this small world all too well, but he had experience with it. Orcs' emotions and physiological state were closely linked, and excessive anxiety and fear could induce primal instincts.

Jin Chen sighed.

He stopped forcing Yun Jian, and simply pulled him tightly into his arms, gently stroking his back with one hand and pressing and massaging the back of his neck with the other.

At the same time, the soothing scent of agarwood begins to slowly release, becoming increasingly rich, like an invisible and gentle net, wrapping Yun Jian layer by layer.

Yun Jian's body gradually relaxed.

This was a scent that only Yun Jian could detect, and it was more effective for him than any tranquilizer.

He trembled from time to time, as if he was still suppressing something.

But this relaxation seems to induce another state.

Yun Jian's breathing became abnormal, faster and shallower, as if he couldn't breathe, and his whole body began to twitch slightly.

Hyperventilation.

This is a problem that rabbits are prone to when they are extremely stressed or excited.

Jin Chen noticed this and immediately covered Yun Jian's mouth and nose with her palm, "Breathe slowly, be good..."

Yun Jian struggled to adjust his breathing, following Jin Chen's guidance.

With his breathing and heartbeat controlled by Jin Chen, Yun Jian clearly felt a suffocating pressure and wanted to remove Jin Chen's hand to catch his breath, but the feeling of being completely controlled made him feel extremely at ease.

He slowly recovered, his back still trembling slightly. He buried his face in Jin Chen's chest and rubbed against Jin Chen again and again.

Rabbits have scent glands on their chins, which they use to rub against people they like, leaving their own scent while also receiving the other person's scent and comfort.

Yun Jian rubbed against Jin Chen for a long time, then raised his head, his eyes red, and looked at him.

“I hate it,” he whispered, his voice nasal, “They’re all afraid of me… I have a terrible temper, I can’t control myself, but I still love you…”

"I know," Jin Chen said, wiping Yun Jian's eyes and kissing his reddened ear tips.

"But I still like you."

Yun Jian leaned against Jin Chen's chest, closed his eyes, and exhausted all his strength.

[The villain's heart rate is detected +7, totaling 100! 】

[The villain's darkening value is detected -10, totaling 65! 】

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Upon returning home that day, Jin Chen pondered why Yun Jian had found him so quickly and discovered the GPS tracker installed in the car.

It was very small and well hidden, tucked away in a crevice under the driver's seat.

Jin Chen looked at the small black device in his hand, raised an eyebrow, and then casually put it back in its original place.

So what if it's installed?

If you don't want to dismantle it, then don't dismantle it.

Jin Chen slept soundly through the night, but she could vaguely sense that some eyes were watching her.

He slightly lifted his eyelids and, by the faint moonlight filtering through the gap in the curtains, saw that Yun Jian had indeed woken up again.

Yun Jian lay on her side next to him, propping her head up with one hand, her eyes wide open in the darkness, staring at him without blinking.

Those eyes gleamed faintly in the darkness, their gaze obsessive and gloomy, even... a little terrifying.

Jin Chen pulled him into her arms and patted his bottom.

"sleep."

Yun Jian: "..."

He stared at Jin Chen for a few seconds, then leaned in and gently licked the corner of Jin Chen's lips.

She snuggled into Jin Chen's arms, took his hand, gently put his index finger in her mouth, and held it lightly with her teeth before closing her eyes.

After that, life seemed to return to normal, and Jin Chen asked 999 to investigate the big boss of the underground scene.

The coffee shop was open as usual and business was good. However, Songcun and Tanquan were not coming back often, as if they had something to take care of. Jinchen didn't care and let them be.

That afternoon, the sun was shining brightly, and there weren't many customers in the coffee shop.

Jinchen was testing a newly arrived single-origin coffee bean when a familiar face came into the coffee shop.

He was a friend of the original owner of this body. Zhou Ming was tall and handsome. The two had not seen each other for many years. This time, he was in this area on a business trip and stopped by to visit.

“I never thought you actually opened a coffee shop,” Zhou Ming said, sitting at the bar and looking around with a smile. “When you said you wanted to open a shop before, I thought you were joking.”

Jin Chen made him a cup of hand-drip coffee. "Try it, it's made with fresh beans."

The two chatted casually, talking about their former classmates, their current jobs, and their lives over the years.

Zhou Ming was very talkative, with a cheerful voice. He would occasionally laugh when he talked about something interesting, creating a very harmonious atmosphere.

But as they were talking, Zhou Ming suddenly felt a sinister gaze upon him.

He shuddered and instinctively looked in that direction.

Then Yun Jian walked in.

Yun Jian appeared at the entrance of the coffee shop at some point, holding a pair of pruning shears. He stood there quietly, his gaze fixed on Zhou Ming's arm draped over Jin Chen's shoulder, his face expressionless, even with his usual gentle smile playing on his lips.

But Zhou Ming felt that the smile didn't reach his eyes; his gaze was cold and sharp, like a knife.

"A guest?" Yun Jian asked, his voice gentle.

Jin Chen nodded and waved to him, "Zhou Ming, just passing by and stopping by."

"This is Yun Jian, my boyfriend."

Yun Jian walked in, placed the scissors on the empty table beside him, nodded to Zhou Ming, and put on his impeccable smile again.

"Hello, Mr. Zhou."

It was as if that cold glance from just now was merely Zhou Ming's illusion.

Zhou Ming quickly greeted him, but felt inexplicably uneasy.

He glanced at Yun Jian again, who was talking to Jin Chen with a gentle expression and a clean smile. Yun Jian seemed like a kind and polite person.

"Maybe it's just my imagination," Zhou Ming thought.

But it still feels a bit creepy.

He got the coffee, chatted with Jin Chen for a few more minutes, and then made an excuse, saying, "I have some things to do today, let's get together at a different time, the day after tomorrow. I've invited a few classmates who are still in the area to get together, you have to come!"

Before Jin Chen could even reply, Zhou Ming grabbed his coffee and left quickly, still feeling a chill down his spine even after walking quite a distance.

As soon as he left, the smile on Yun Jian's face faded a little.

He withdrew his gaze from Zhou Ming's back and turned to look at Jin Chen.

Jin Chen had just finished tidying up her tools and turned around when Yun Jian blocked her at the workbench, tilting his head up to kiss her.

Yun Jian buried her face in Jin Chen's arms, grabbed Jin Chen's hand, and pressed it against her soft belly.

"I'm not feeling well today," Yun Jian said softly.

Jin Chen touched his stomach and sensed that Yun Jian seemed more craving for being held and touched than usual. "Is it uncomfortable here?"

"Hmm, I don't know... I'm just not feeling well." Yun Jian buried her face even deeper. "Would you stay with me for a while?"

Jin Chen looked around the shop. There weren't many customers at this time, and Xiao Liu could handle it by himself.

“Okay,” he said. “I’ll tidy up a bit. You go upstairs and rest for a while. I’ll come back to keep you company soon.”

Yun Jian thought for a moment and nodded.

He released Jin Chen, but did not leave immediately. Instead, he tiptoed and pecked Jin Chen's lips before turning around and slowly walking upstairs. His back looked a little dejected.

Jin Chen watched him go upstairs, thinking about making him some light and easily digestible food for dinner.

Yun Jian entered Jin Chen's bedroom on the second floor of the coffee shop. Although he was now living in the flower shop, Jin Chen would occasionally use the bedroom on the second floor of the coffee shop, and his clothes were still left inside.

Yun Jian closed the door, leaned against it, and took several deep breaths.

Thinking back to when Zhou Ming's hand was on Jin Chen's shoulder, and how Jin Chen was chatting and laughing with him...

Although he knew they were just friends, and although Jin Chen had clearly introduced himself as his boyfriend, the feeling of having his possessions briefly intruded upon by someone else still made him extremely uncomfortable.

The discomfort was becoming more and more obvious, along with a physiological anxiety, and I needed more of Jin Chen's aura to envelop me.

He walked to the wardrobe, opened the door, and saw Jin Chen's clothes hanging inside.

Yun Jian stared at those clothes for a long time.

Then he reached out and took out the clothes one by one, holding them in his arms. He then walked to the bedside, spread the clothes out on the bed, around the pillows, and around himself. He used Jin Chen's shirt as a base, filled the surrounding area with soft T-shirts, and piled the pajamas with Jin Chen's most distinctive scent and several worn coats in the center and on the pillows.

Then Yun Jian climbed onto the bed, lay down among the clothes, and buried himself in them.

His clothes were filled with Jin Chen's scent, which he found captivating.

Yun Jian buried his face in a shirt and took a deep breath.

My anxiety miraculously subsided a bit.

But he felt it wasn't enough.

He got up again and took out the remaining clothes from the closet, as if he were building a nest.

He buried himself in the nest, curled up, and closed his eyes.

Finally feel comfortable.

Yun Jian himself was unaware of the significance behind his actions.

He vaguely felt that his lower abdomen was a little more bloated and his back was a little sore, but the comfort of being immersed in the familiar scent overwhelmed everything. He curled up, hugged one of Jin Chen's coats, and his eyelids gradually became heavy. In a feeling of complete security, he fell into a deep sleep.

He just felt comfortable this way.

very safe.